Attunable Collectible
WT: 0.1 Size: TINY
Class: ALL
Race: ALL
Once upon a winter morning, While I awoke, tired and squirming, Over many quaint and curious Dreams about a polar bear-- While I laid there, blankets bunching, Suddenly there came a crunching, In front of me, a creature hunching, Hunching over a dead hare. ''Tis some goblin,' I muttered, 'Hunching over a dead hare Surely not a yeti, awoken from its lair.'